RE: Honor between soldiers/fighters?
November 22, 2016 at 5:32 pm
(This post was last modified: November 22, 2016 at 5:33 pm by AceBoogie.)
I don't think modern humans are wired or built to live in combat situations like that. I would say it's unavoidable depending on how much trauma one person is exposed to. I was diagnosed with PTSD years after an incident where I was in a home invasion when I was 13. I still get paranoid about people breaking into my home and things like that. And quite honestly the situation wasn't even that extreme in the sense that no one was hurt, there was no gunfire or anything. They just held us up, took a bunch of money and jewelry and locked us all in a closet until they left. I couldn't imagine how bad it could be if you were trapped on a battlefield for days or weeks on end hearing constant gunfire and explosions and being shot at all the time. Seeing people you know get hurt/killed.. etc.
My buddy lost half his right leg to an IED explosion and still has nightmares about it all. I don't really think its a choice. I think some just deal with it better than others.
My buddy lost half his right leg to an IED explosion and still has nightmares about it all. I don't really think its a choice. I think some just deal with it better than others.
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
